CHAPTER 9SOMETHING IN THE SHADOWS
All that long day, the tribesmen searched the abandoned ruins of the city, turning up a few meager trinkets, but nothing of greater worth than the hilt of an old, rusted sword, set with opals. Khun snarled at them when they brought it to him.
“Am I a pack rat, to gloat over such trash!” he raged, slapping the men across the face. They fell on their bellies and let him beat them till he wearied. Kellory said nothing: the Lord of the Desert was feared for his savage temper, his murderous wrath, he gathered. It would be unwise to incur the ire of Khun.
The day dragged on interminably. Men measured the lengthening shadows with eager eyes, impatient to be gone. One more night, their lord had vowed…and how many of them, with dawn, would still be sane? They mu
